and your only thought is, how can the normandy skies be so cruel?
it is july, yet you are always cold and huddled under an umbrella.
plans for climbing are cancelled. instead the last few days are filled compasses and movies.
and handmade breadcrumbs.
with an egg yolk. some oil. lots of oil.
and an entire camembert.
the experiment to fry a camembert is what you do when you are rained inside in normandy.
at the very least, there is a covered balcony to dine outside. because that is what you love most, fresh air.
while the shape was not a success, the taste was perfect. after all – it is pretty hard to destroy the taste of a good cheese regardless of how it physically looks.
dinner discussion revolved around what to do next time to improve it.
and you vow you’ll have perfected the technique for a perfect fried camembert the next time you meet.
wine, of course.
these are how you choose to spend your last days in france.
moments so simple they send most people to sleep.
but they send you to a place where your heart is nothing but happy.